Chaos

Life's twisted fate plays games with simple tools of souls
such tools that mean sweet nothingness to it
sweet tools that mean everything to me and you

such is that, that nothing can come from
that everything is born and thrives to live again
all this is a small single world like a ball tipped needle

so small that light itself can barely touch
something that is not there but visible to eyes unknown
hidden like a priceless jewel beneath the fragile soil

this beautiful place so broken and chaotic, alas so perfect
my place that i call home without ever havening touch foot there
missing it such, with an insane constant of not knowing

I need her so much she will never know my madness
the dream i cannot ever grasp thats barely beyond my reach
you are my everything just know i am all hers